From: grrab@eworld.com (Grrab)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Dave's story (boys, m/m, discovery)
Date: 3 Nov 1995 03:48:50 -0800
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Here's a sample of the kind of story that turns me on -- boys / innocence
/ discovery / pleasure / realism. Stories, in other words, about what
might actually happen rather than fantasies about the luridly improbable.
If you're one of the rare guys who writes or collects similar stories,
send me a sample from your collection so we can start trading. E-mail to:
Grrab@eworld.com
And now, my story:
Around the age of 11 or 12, there were three of us who were nerds or
loners to varying degrees, and who formed a comfortable friendship. We
were not sophisticated, including sexually, but I guess our hormones were
just beginning to kick in. I think it started with a sense of intriguing
naughtiness when we started going into the john together at whatever house
we were in when nobody else was around. I'd been curious about dicks for
as long as I can remember, so it was a natural game for me. I think we
talked about our limited knowledge of fucking and before long noted how
our weenies got stiff from such talk (or, in my case, from seeing the
other guys get stiff).
I was the tallest and heaviest of the three, but a freckle-faced kid named
Mark had the biggest boner - not massive but clearly thicker and a little
longer when stiff. Mine had a slight curve upward when stiff, and the
third kid had an unusually large head on his, a head that was broad but
not very long. None of us had hairs yet and none of us knew about
masturbation.
I don't remember that we talked to each other about the excitement we felt
when we got stiff, but we all seemed to welcome opportunities to flip them
out and look - and touch. I was the leader of our forbidden games.
Touching seemed almost magical to me, both in this arousal I felt from
feeling their stiffness and the magical pleasure I felt when they touched
mine.
Instincts were at work, I'm sure, because I remember a sense of not being
able to get enough of that very special excitement I felt when we messed
around. Increasingly I'd grab and squeeze and tug, and rejoice when they
followed my lead and did the same to mine.
I remember clearly the Big Day. We were in my bedroom, alone in the
house, our pants pushed down, standing in a tight circle our modest dicks
sticking up stiffly and eagerly as we fingered and touched and shared our
limited knowledge of how you could get a girl to "do it." We'd beem
messing around long enough to be relaxed and even enthusiastic about it.
I had hold of Mark's 4 1/2-incher, squeezing it tightly and tugging
roughly on it, identifying with the arousal that left him half-breathless.
Suddenly Mark cried softly: "Jesus!" He started pushing his hips forward
and I was about to complain that he should hold still. He cried "Jesus!"
again, this time more urgently. A little something popped out of his
pisshole. He was pressing forward and trembling slightly when some more
stuff came out, this time a little spurt. "Ooohhh!" he gasped - in alarm,
it seemed to us. He relaxed slightly, but there was a little more stuff,
now just oozing out. It didn't look at all like pee, but we weren't sure
what it was. Thicker, not yellow, somewhere between clear and white.
Mark was gasping for breath and we were all scared shitless. We had no
idea what had happened, except that we'd never seen anything like it
before and it seemed alarming and powerful. I was reminded of the time
I'd been playing with some matches despite my mother's warnings, and set
the whole box on fire. All the lurking guilt at our naughtiness and my
unsettling pleasures came flooding over me. We pulled up our pants. I
remember seeing Mark's slimey dick disappearing inside his white briefs.
Our gathering broke up without further comment. I think we all felt we
had done something terrible. I worried about Mark and his health all
night.
I was relieved to see Mark the next day, looking far more normal than I
expected. Still, I was too shaken to bring up what had happened. But
several days later we were together and some reference to a girl led to
mention of dicks, which led us all to think about what had happened in my
bedroom.
"You know, you can make your dick do that by yourself," Mark volunteered
with a sly grin. I was surprised how casual he seemed about it. The
memory still sent chills down my back. "It's cool," he continued. "I
tried it a couple times. It gives you this real wild feeling." My other
friend and I were skeptical. I guess Mark was feeling a little superior
with his special knowledge. He volunteered to demonstrate and our School
for Jacking was soon in session.
I don't think Mark had had a chance to perfect his technique yet because I
don't remember simple stroking. But I wasn't complaining as we felt and
prodded and squeezed and pulled each other. I had hold of Mark's when I
heard his gasp and felt it start to jump in my fingers. This time there
were at least a couple of good spurts as Mark shot off. He closed his
eyes and moaned softly, "God, that feels great!"
One of the spurts landed on the lower arm and hand of the freckle-faced
kid, who was messing with my boner at the time. It didn't take much to
get some of the stuff between his fingers and my boner. I remember
thinking "Wow!" as the gooiness spread between his fingers and my tingling
dick skin. The experience was incredibly sensuous and erotic, although I
didn't know those terms at the time. All I could think about was "Wow!"
It was the most wonderful sensation of my young life. It turned me on
immediately and thoroughly - I guess as the result of those years of
waiting and all that teasing I'd experienced in previous sessions. I
started to experience my first orgasm. I remember it as a kind of
unexpected, almost disturbing tightness, followed by a glorious moment of
release. Nothing was coming out and I didn't know what was happening, but
it rocked me to the core - a thrilling sensation beyond belief.
I wanted to keep the game going forever, but Mark's dick was wilting and
he was losing interest, and the freckle-faced guy complained that somebody
had pinched his, so we stopped. For some reason, I felt shy about the
earthquake of emotion I'd just experienced. I waited for somebody to ask
about it, but I don't suppose they even knew it had happened. I couldn't
believe it didn't show somehow.
As soon as I was alone I looked at my dick with awe and amazement. It
started to stiffen and I started to touch and explore. I hadn't yet
developed the most effective techniques, but now I had a definite goal in
mind. Incredibly, before long I had experienced that surging thrill
again. I suppose I was puzzled and vaguely disturbed that nothing came
out, as when Mark did it. But mainly I was overjoyed with my new toy.
A couple of days later Mark and I were comparing notes on the wild feeling
you got, and the freckle-faced boy was bouncing between skeptical and
jealous. So I had Mark aim his dick at Red's big head when he shot, then
I worked Red's dick with my best technique, staring at his face more than
at his dick. "Hey, that's great!" he smiled early on. Then, "Oh, that
feels good!" Then he was breathing faster. "Oh, yeah!" Then almost
panting. "Oh!" he cried as a spasm ran through his body. He closed his
eyes in ecstacy. I could feel his stiff dick pulsing in my hand. Nothing
came out, but I knew he'd joined the club!
I was having the strangest reaction. I wasn't even touching mine. But
seeing him have his first orgasm, it was like I could feel the erotic
pleasure racing through his dick, through my fingers, up my arm, down into
my own gut. It was different because there was no physical stimulation of
my boner, but I experienced something that was the first cousin of an
orgasm, if not an orgasm itself, just from the idea that he was
experiencing the most amazing discovery of his life. And I was hooked -
there is nothing as arousing for me as the thought of a boy spinning out
of control, gasping for breath, as the secret of his dick is revealed for
the first time.
Well, there's my first-time story. No way of knowing if this interests
you at all, or bores the pants off you. I hope you'll want to e-mail me
back. I look forward to learning more about you and your real or fantasy
experiences.